Undercover and naked

Dave Starsky and Ken Hutchinson had another highly dangerous task, undercover.

A menacing drug dealer had to be convicted who produced more and more corpses in Los Angeles with a blended drug.

Huggy Bear gave them the valuable tip that one of the gangsters' important middlemen, Connelly, would go to a sauna every Tuesday, always into the same steam room. Creature of habit, just. Huggy arranged a meeting between "Peters", "Jamieson" and Connelly.

So the two brave cops went to that sauna next Tuesday. Allegedly, the accomplice Connelly always appeared at the same time, at 2 pm in the afternoon.

 Starsky and Hutch paid their entrance fee and were given towels. Then they went to the locker room.

Dave didn't notice that Ken was watching him while he was undressing. Because he had turned his back on him.

Ken admired the play of the muscles in Dave's back and how they interacted with those of his shoulders. He had to be careful not to think too lustfully, otherwise he would get a treacherous stiffness.

And how oh dear should he explain to his best friend and colleague that he had clandestinely coveted him for a long period? Every time he jerked off, all those lonely nights, he always had Dave in mind.

Armed only with towels, they went into the room preferred by that crook. Aha! Only men allowed! Not mixed sex. These rooms were also available here, just like those exclusively for women.

It was ten minutes still before 2 pm would arrive. The sultry heat that hit them took some getting used to, but they adapted faster than they thought.

They took their seats on the Finnish-style wooden bench. The sweat was already flowing in rivers. They sat there tense and did not speak. Again and again, however, Ken looked at Dave's almost naked body, which he wanted so badly.

Suddenly Dave groaned and stretched, his face slightly contorted.

"What's the matter, Dave?" he asked worried.

"I'm extremely tense!"

"We still have time! Should I give you a massage?"

"Don't mind!" smirked Dave.

Very skillfully and tenderly, but still dynamic enough, he stroked his muscles and kneaded them.

"Ken! You have magical hands!" he sighed. He worked his way up to his lumbar spine and "accidentally" slipped onto his bum.

"Sorry!" acted Ken contrite. "You have granite buttocks!"

"I'm proud of that too! I trained hard for it."

Ken stayed on Dave's back, but his hand movements became more sensual. To Ken's delight a distinct bulge showed itself on Dave's towel.

"Oh! I'm embarrassed! But that's just too good!" said Dave, flustered.

"Don't even have to! Take a look at me!" Dave turned his head. "Look at my towel, Dave!" Ken's erection was obvious.

"You ... are excited too!" he replied astonished.

"Yes, horny as hell. Because of you!" breathed Ken. He pulled the towel forcefully from Dave's hips in one smooth motion. What a splendid, trimmed, appetizing, hammer-hard cock. He twitched slightly, was erect, and pre-juice left its opening.

Ken licked his lips. Before Dave knew what was happening to him, Ken sank to his knees and absorbed him completely in his already drooling mouth. He was applying just the right amount of pressure and friction. He enjoyed the his precum, sucking and licking Dave out of his mind.

Dave groaned and Ken hummed deep in his throat as his lips, tongue and throat fucked him. Dave vibrated. He had never experienced anything so extraordinary. He slipped into a somnambulistic trance of lust. He thrusted into Ken's mouth, which Ken welcomed.

Ken, meanwhile, enjoyed the pulsing and twitching life of Dave's boner. He then gave Ken his whole stream of sperm, which he swallowed hot and salty and extremely tasty.

He had the immediate subjective feeling as if the heat of his ambrosia was spreading in his stomach. He took Dave's cock out of his mouth and stood up, then completely bared himself.

Fascinated, Dave stared at Ken's uncircumcised, erect dick, the veins of which looked like an abstract painting of pleasure. His drops of luck had already made the crown slippery.

"Lie lengthways on your stomach, Dave!" he croaked hoarsely. Every thought of the crook was forgotten. Dave complied because his curiosity outweighed his fear.

Ken knelt again, opened Dave's cheeks like a precious flower and began the rendezvous of his tongue with his rosy, beautiful rosette. Dave groaned with delight.

He tasted so good. Musk was Ken's favorite scent anyway. Dave's mouth quivered. Ken penetrated him with his strong tongue. Dave moaned. He had never been tongue fucked before.

When he was relaxed and his hole wet enough, Ken got up.

"I'm going to fuck you now and finally unite with you. If that's what you do not want, then object." However, he said nothing, just nodded in agreement.

Ken used saliva to prepare his already aching cock. He stroked up and down in his crack so that Dave gasped. Then he pushed the glans into him. Dave made a sound of pain. Ken caressed him and paused.

"Go further on!" Dave growled.

Every delicious millimeter was shoved into Dave's body, slowly and carefully. Ken felt his internal muscles contract and the immense tightness increased even more. By now they were both wet with sweat.

After Dave adapted, Ken pulled back and rammed his rod into him with full force. He screwed him madly and deliriously.

 Bending over him like that and fucking him, he kissed Dave's shoulders. Dave uttered low screams, screams of ecstasy.

His thrusts were unleashed, up and down. He had a tremendous orgasm as he shot his cartridges into Dave's arse. Then he withdrew.

Grinning, he saw Dave's "prints" on the bench. So he had cum again. He also enjoyed watching his expressed milk flow out of Dave's back door. Dave sat up and on the towel so as not to leave more "evidence" behind.

"Ken, that ... was overwhelming!" Dave looked at him with shiny eyes. "I didn't even know that you were so into me and that I would enjoy our sex so much."

"There are always signs and wonders!" grinned Ken.

Suddenly Dave was startled. "What's the time?" Ken had left his watch on above the ribbon with the key to the locker.

"Twenty past two!"

"Where's Connelly?" Dave wanted to know.

"Here! Peters and Jamieson?" Both turned to Connelly. He had just entered and the two of them were still naked and smelling of sex.

"You already had fun! I want to have it too, before we talk about business!" Connelly tossed the towel away. Ken and Dave looked at each other in amazement. A little perplexed also. What now?